Month: June 2016

Heard from the bathroom tonight, Henry screaming, I’M A PREDATOR, TOO. The little shit was shitting and eavesdropping on Anna and my conversation at the dining room table! We were, of course, talking about predators and prey as one does over dinner. Setting aside the awkward layout of my tiny house that would allow for …

Henry was thick with snotty tears the other morning when Robb finally coaxed out of him what he was feeling and why he was a soggy mess. He said, TODAY IS NOT GOING AT ALL LIKE I EXPECTED. I think he was disappointed over a playdate falling through, and for some reason had believed he …

On my phone, there is a quiet book, where everyone is thinking. In that book, there is a story, a well-composed story, where everyone is thinking. In that story, some characters are teaching me, in the quiet book, where everyone is thinking. In those characters’ words, there is poetry, designed by a passionate author, in …

When I drove up to the vigil, there were a lot of police. I was afraid they were there to prevent the gathering, to power over the people feeling raw and powerless. They weren’t. They were there to defend the mourners from attacks that didn’t come. A whole world is reeling after a man gunned …

Henry turns five today, and he’s sick. Plans were made for a fun day at school with cupcakes, followed by a LEGOLand visit with some friends. But nope. He has a cough and a fever, so birthday celebration will be adjusted and postponed. That’s life, right? When I explained all this to him this morning …

I exited a stairwell today in the hospital while I was making my rounds on patients, and walked right in front of an extra young, extra thin, extra bald guy in a hospital gown pushing an IV pole. He smiled and we kind of shared a laugh about how I almost knocked him over in …

You know that thing where kids grow up and insist on selfing by themselves? Ugh. Emiright? As a parent, it’s difficult. It means they don’t need you as much. It means they’re moving away from your loving bosom. And it means it takes 3 damned hours to walk from the car to the freaking house. …

I wrote a guest blog post for a friend’s ‘Naked Writing Project.’ It’s unedited, raw stuff, shared without messing with it much. It was a neat experience. I wrote about anxiety and parenting because these are things so very special to my hearty heart. Because I am a dedicated artist, I wrote it pantsless. She …

Sarah Zimmerman

Sarah is a writer and a Physician Assistant, mom of two, wife of one, and co-owner of a vegan ice cream business. She aims to keep laughing, finding the funny in the hard stuff of life.
She is the third place winner of the 2018 Mark Twain House Royal Nonesuch Humor Writing Contest: https://marktwainhouse.org/royal-nonesuch